tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35997376202294822132014-10-05T00:28:13.095-07:00MarkaskyEvelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-10335240837475396962011-02-04T00:24:00.000-08:002011-02-04T00:24:40.309-08:00Forwarding AddressIf you have been following this blog, (a long time ago!)<br />I wanted to let you know that I have moved to: http://markasky.blogspot.comEvelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-49415583443759189262010-09-27T13:04:00.000-07:002010-09-27T13:08:18.716-07:00Ring A Day #7<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/TKD5Et72FpI/AAAAAAAAANI/97amPwHGLXU/s1600/Rad+%237a.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/TKD5Et72FpI/AAAAAAAAANI/97amPwHGLXU/s400/Rad+%237a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521687002601625234" /></a>Well, I am way behind on blogging my Ringadays. Here is #7 and today I am actually on Ring #270, so I have some catching up to do, or maybe I'll just move ahead and not catch up. Although it is nice to go back and look at the ones I've completely forgotten about.Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-2475215789566104652010-03-26T23:00:00.000-07:002010-03-26T23:03:35.265-07:00Ring a Day #6 -- Angel Hair Pasta<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/S62fLljCXDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/s_v5mE4TJxc/s1600/rad+%236.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/S62fLljCXDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/s_v5mE4TJxc/s400/rad+%236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453189745221983282" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">Angel hair pasta, cooked and curled and then of course torched. The hardest part of making this ring is while I'm curling it into a ring shape, I have to keep my dogs from trying to eat them. </span></div>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-55621922979316361412010-03-20T14:17:00.000-07:002010-03-20T14:23:08.393-07:00Ring a Day #5 -- Rice Noodle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/S6U7l26MocI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zCY78Vh1-Ek/s1600-h/rad+%235c.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/S6U7l26MocI/AAAAAAAAAMc/zCY78Vh1-Ek/s400/rad+%235c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450828445582664130" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>And then you start getting into the food ring category. This was only ring 5, but already I was looking around my house to see what could fit around my finger. Noodles wrap well and then they dry up. Good option. So I cooked up a couple of flat, wide rice noodles. You always think it should be easy, but it took me about 3 or 4 tries before it actually did what I wanted it to do without tearing. Of course, it didn't dry fast enough for me, so I thought I would help it along with my torch. Of course, I have to take it to the limit, so I didn't just dry it out slowly, I started giving it a pretty good amount of flame and it started turning black and bubbling up. I liked it!</div>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-10856917862422642592010-03-06T11:25:00.000-08:002010-03-06T11:27:40.072-08:00Ring a Day #4 -- Chapstick<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/S5KsZI-9_sI/AAAAAAAAAMU/81N7iPeWbdc/s1600-h/rad+%234.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/S5KsZI-9_sI/AAAAAAAAAMU/81N7iPeWbdc/s400/rad+%234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445604447352651458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/S5KsY7lM-iI/AAAAAAAAAMM/n-Xv6xpnGCE/s1600-h/rad+%234+2-9.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/S5KsY7lM-iI/AAAAAAAAAMM/n-Xv6xpnGCE/s400/rad+%234+2-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445604443754920482" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">This one is the cardboard from a box of Chapstick, folded and rolled into a ring shape, then wrapped with brass wire, with a coral bead wired in. Then I burn the cardboard, not completely, but just enough to singe it. </span></div>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-39315442495002999972010-03-04T21:51:00.000-08:002010-03-04T21:54:50.304-08:00Ring a Day #3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/S5CcQZgNYRI/AAAAAAAAAME/G8lUHE-SkCc/s1600-h/RAD+%233b.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/S5CcQZgNYRI/AAAAAAAAAME/G8lUHE-SkCc/s400/RAD+%233b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445023755028750610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/S5CcIZAmCdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/jlRobVj_KyQ/s1600-h/RAD+%233a.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/S5CcIZAmCdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/jlRobVj_KyQ/s400/RAD+%233a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445023617457195474" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>This ring was based off of the first ring that I made out of paper only this one is made from 3 pieces of copper cut into circles, rolled and textured in the mill, hammered, drilled and wired together with brass wire.</div>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-58969748540392918022010-03-03T23:00:00.000-08:002010-03-03T23:02:59.982-08:00Ring a Day #2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/S49aroxTvCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/E5YCJ6VQVcI/s1600-h/RAD+%232a.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/S49aroxTvCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/E5YCJ6VQVcI/s400/RAD+%232a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444670180239326242" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/S49aroxTvCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/E5YCJ6VQVcI/s1600-h/RAD+%232a.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); white-space: pre-wrap; ">I took this art class that teaches how to teach art to kids and the last project was scratch art. You use oil pastels. You start with bright colors colored on a piece of paper then you cover the colors with a black oil pastel, then scratch through a design. I've become somewhat obsessed with it and thought I'd try it on metal with enamel. Bright colors fired underneath, then black on top, scratched through and fired again!</span><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-17317090236111085372010-03-02T13:11:00.000-08:002010-03-02T13:35:01.000-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/S42Dn-YE5TI/AAAAAAAAALs/sCIRtFmgUDI/s1600-h/rad+1-filter.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/S42Dn-YE5TI/AAAAAAAAALs/sCIRtFmgUDI/s400/rad+1-filter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444152247342916914" /></a><br />It's been so long since I blogged, that I'm not really sure where to start or with what! I guess what is mostly on my mind is making a ring a day for the Ring a Day group on Flickr <a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/rad2010">www.flickr.com/groups/rad2010</a>. Check it out, you will be amazed by the creativity. I wasn't sure that I wanted to do it because it seemed like a big commitment -- Ring a Day for a year! Every day! Of course, there's no huge penalty if you don't end up making a ring every day, or drop out of the group, only your own deep sense of failure of never being able to follow through on anything , again!! <div><br /></div><div>So I'm in. I'm on ring 25 of 365. </div><div><br /></div><div>This has been one of the most inspirational and fun groups I've been a part of in a long time. The ideas, designs, photos, and conceptual art abounds! So for right now the commitment hasn't been a big thing. Actually, Ring a Day is all I think about and want to do. It's this part of my life where I can create with no rules (except that it has to be a ring, a day). Then I get lots of practice taking photos and then I post it and share thoughts and comments with a group of obsessed, immensly creative and talented like minded people that I wouldn't know anything about if it weren't for this crazy Flickr Group.</div><div><br /></div><div> I walk around my house and yard looking at everything I see, thinking, can I put this on my finger?!!! Apparently, I'm not alone. </div><div><br /></div><div>The ring above is my 1st ring. It is about 15 pieces of white paper, cut into a ring shape and wrapped with brass wire. Then I torch the paper and singe it. You will learn that I almost always must torch things! My brother had a similar obsession when we were growing up. You'll have to wait for that story.</div><div><br /></div>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-6484467337802644992009-08-02T19:23:00.000-07:002009-08-02T19:32:09.322-07:00What I did on my SundayI went to the gym, I had some leftover popcorn from last night, I went on Facebook -- Restaurant City, yes I'm addicted, I won't even begin to talk about Pet Society! (How old am I?) I colored my hair (old enough to <b>have</b> to color my hair), fed the dogs, found some safety pins for my son, watched my other son play with the dogs, watched Legally Blonde, read a book, finished the following earcuff and took pictures of it and posted it, and now I'm hungry. The popcorn wasn't very filling. I'm thinking scrambled egg sandwich!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SnZKg95J38I/AAAAAAAAALE/7frcdPa5kc8/s1600-h/red+bead8.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SnZKg95J38I/AAAAAAAAALE/7frcdPa5kc8/s400/red+bead8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365557936289079234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SnZKgsQdsVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/tAbdnFVyQzg/s1600-h/red+bead.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SnZKgsQdsVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/tAbdnFVyQzg/s400/red+bead.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365557931555008850" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SnZKgmcChFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vbO2DpJsCLY/s1600-h/Red+bead+4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SnZKgmcChFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vbO2DpJsCLY/s400/Red+bead+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365557929992946770" /></a>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-40698033419534169862009-07-30T00:20:00.001-07:002009-07-30T00:24:59.414-07:00Hours-n-hours<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SnFJ9g5etmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BRrENAdpw0E/s1600-h/green+speckled+leavesdetail.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SnFJ9g5etmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BRrENAdpw0E/s400/green+speckled+leavesdetail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364149952326841954" /></a>Well, I finally took some new pictures of things I've been working on...here's one (see above). Took several hours to get to that point. On a roll now, but it's getting late, but I'll just work on onnnee moooreee..... I'm in PhotoShop, I'm cutting, I'm pastin, I'm workin on images, I'm almost done........and then.......PhotoShop decides to 'quit unexpectedly!' Augh! Guess I'll go to bed instead!Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-32815749359058295722009-07-12T10:30:00.000-07:002009-07-12T16:38:31.374-07:00Lost Goddesses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/Slpw9XZslEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DiPWo45-MNg/s1600-h/Pandora+2+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/Slpw9XZslEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DiPWo45-MNg/s400/Pandora+2+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357718906266752066" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The inspiration for this series of pendants and brooches comes from this book I got called </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Lost Goddesses of Early Greece - A Collection of Pre-Hellenic Myths</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> by Charlene Spretnak. Goddesses were "associated with order, wisdom, protection, and the life-giving process." In the patriarchal myths that came thousands of years later they were turned into jealous, troublesome, frivolous goddesses.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So I take the myths and use my old family photos to turn them into sort of a modern day icon... </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This is from the myth of Pandora, where instead of opening a box of troubles because of her curiosity, she becomes Pandora..."Giver of All Gifts... I bring you wonder, curiosity, memory. I bring you wisdom. I bring you justice with mercy. I bring you caring and communal bonds. I bring you courage, strength, endurance. I bring you loving kindness for all beings. I bring you the seeds of peace."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(p. 56-7, Lost Goddesses of Early Greece, Charlene Spretnak, Beacon Press, 1984.)</span></span></div></div>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-37850924021448125782009-06-23T09:36:00.000-07:002009-06-23T09:44:32.951-07:00Is this lame or what?!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SkEFVv_MhqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vDksmkBdCkM/s1600-h/4951_1108655009872_1631752939_237470_1079080_s.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SkEFVv_MhqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vDksmkBdCkM/s400/4951_1108655009872_1631752939_237470_1079080_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350563703509780130" /></a><br />Well my youngest son just graduated from high school last week! However, after the ceremony when he went to get his actual diploma... he got this paper instead saying he hadn't returned a book and wouldn't get his diploma until he brought the book back or paid $73!!!!<div>Well, he said that he didn't have any books out! So we had to go back to school on Monday and check it out and when they looked him up on the computer they found out that he DIDN'T have any books out!!!!!</div><div>Has this ever happened to you or someone you love?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-27101568026514368562009-05-25T18:06:00.001-07:002009-05-25T18:31:29.515-07:00Computer Work or Metal Work?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/ShtDdyDKtuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GQx6Zrp4wU0/s1600-h/When+I+used+to+dream.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/ShtDdyDKtuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GQx6Zrp4wU0/s400/When+I+used+to+dream.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339935962108180194" /></a><br />Thought I had this great 4 day weekend with nothing to do but play with metal making, but for some reason(s) it didn't quite happen like I planned. Fundraisers, graduation parties, auctions and lets not forget ... 'the computer!' And you know I wasn't just on Facebook playing Word Challenge (ok not the whole time), but I was updating my pictures and website (www.evelynmarkasky.com -- let me know what you think) and it feels like I'm only there for maybe an hour but then I look up at the clock and it's been about 5 hours! Another lost weekend!Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-23907256370928261692009-05-21T18:08:00.000-07:002009-05-21T18:14:24.686-07:00My Husband's Store is Having a Sale!! Memorial Day Weekend<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"><div class="UIIntentionalStory_Header"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></h3></div><div class="UIStoryAttachment" style="margin-top: 6px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-right: 10px; "><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaSingle" style="float: left; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-right: 10px; "><div class="UIMediaItem"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=95390031888&amp;h=Uz4DJ&amp;u=EGKWt&amp;ref=nf" target="_blank" onclick="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { ft(&quot;4:10:80:0:2:::::1631752939:1::::0:36178854504590421::0.021412:qrt99:0:nf::&quot;,&quot;1242961701:a1d82d3fbb76d51ec735f384ef9f991d&quot;,&quot;clk&quot;,0,&quot;nf&quot;); });" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "><div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><img src="http://external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=82f051cb1a9f1ff8d9ca275761ef5801&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.sylvanmusic.com%2Fassets_regular%2Flogo.jpg" alt="" class="UIMediaItem_UnknownWidth" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; vertical-align: middle; max-width: 130px; max-height: 200px; " /></div></a></div></div><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Title" style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 3px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=95390031888&amp;h=Uz4DJ&amp;u=EGKWt&amp;ref=nf" target="_blank" onclick="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { ft(&quot;4:10:80:0:2:::::1631752939:1::::0:36178854504590421::0.021412:qrt99:0:nf::&quot;,&quot;1242961701:a1d82d3fbb76d51ec735f384ef9f991d&quot;,&quot;clk&quot;,0,&quot;nf&quot;); });" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Sylvan Music, Santa Cruz, CA</span></a></div><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Title" style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 3px; ">831-427-1917</div><div class="UIStoryAttachment_Title" style="font-weight: bold; padding-top: 3px; "><a href="http://sylvanmusic.com/">www.sylvanmusic.com</a></div></div></span>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-65203211508418198722009-05-15T09:44:00.001-07:002009-05-15T09:49:08.504-07:00GolfMy husband keeps asking me to go golfing with him and I keep saying no. I don't golf. I have golfed, but only a couple of times. So for his birthday this month I am taking him to Monterey to play golf with me. He keeps telling me I'd better practice. But I feel that going golfing WITH him will be enough for me. He keeps telling me that I'm going to embarrass myself and I say I don't care. Then I actually realize that he's worried that I'll embarrass him! Oh, well. Nothing I can do about that, except practice I guess. But I probably won't. Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-91368187031711639852009-05-15T08:51:00.000-07:002009-05-15T09:43:42.509-07:00Babylonian Gypsy Copper Enamel Earrings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/Sg2PwdtPf8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Htab3eZ23WU/s1600-h/babylonian+detailgrade+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/Sg2PwdtPf8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Htab3eZ23WU/s400/babylonian+detailgrade+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336079196274786242" /></a>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-89821599007112652752009-05-03T18:58:00.000-07:002009-05-03T18:59:22.134-07:00Night Sky<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/Sf5L4xeGVRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IFmBrB-zQ8A/s1600-h/Night+Sky+orange+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/Sf5L4xeGVRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/IFmBrB-zQ8A/s400/Night+Sky+orange+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331782447577584914" /></a>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-85934953161834524342009-04-26T15:50:00.000-07:002009-04-26T15:52:17.066-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SfTlbKeShVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lfSm7muQtco/s1600-h/pinched+detail+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SfTlbKeShVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lfSm7muQtco/s400/pinched+detail+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329136513916765522" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-22816078185703595392009-04-26T14:07:00.000-07:002009-04-26T14:11:54.517-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SfTNZLevapI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nTxZ0RJ5Q-k/s1600-h/pinched.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SfTNZLevapI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nTxZ0RJ5Q-k/s400/pinched.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329110091548289682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SfTNP4Lc61I/AAAAAAAAAJo/HI9Qt_Sf0ZE/s1600-h/2+LEAVES+2grade.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SfTNP4Lc61I/AAAAAAAAAJo/HI9Qt_Sf0ZE/s400/2+LEAVES+2grade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329109931748289362" /></a><br /><div>I've been trying to figure out how to shoot a gradient behind my jewelry. Can you tell if these have been shot direct or photo shopped? </div><div>How do you do this?</div>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-85511988175163788882009-04-24T16:31:00.000-07:002009-04-24T16:36:33.726-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SfJMLo5pliI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5OLbyeerLIU/s1600-h/beetles7.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SfJMLo5pliI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5OLbyeerLIU/s400/beetles7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328405071974209058" /></a><br /><div>After being inspired by a book of ancient Egyptian jewelry, I cut, formed, and torch-fire enameled these beetles. I had them sitting in a cup for about a year, while I tried to decide how to connect them. I'd think about them periodically, but couldn't decide how to put them together, so I just didn't do it. Finally, last week I decided that I'm just going to sit down and do it!!! It took me about a half hour! (If you don't count that year of indecision!)</div>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-83485936426739826632009-04-11T12:48:00.000-07:002009-04-11T12:52:58.735-07:00Retake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SeD1DWsoLWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9k3VG94dxlQ/s1600-h/IS+good2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SeD1DWsoLWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9k3VG94dxlQ/s400/IS+good2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323524197533101410" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><div>After photographing this piece about 400 times (ok maybe only 40 times!) I think I finally got one!</div>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-37233046699749857582009-04-10T21:37:00.000-07:002009-04-10T22:17:40.545-07:00The Story of Evolution<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SeAn57luuII/AAAAAAAAAJA/4fy3I15aE60/s1600-h/TURQ+BLACK2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SeAn57luuII/AAAAAAAAAJA/4fy3I15aE60/s400/TURQ+BLACK2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323298635753896066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SeAnz2mK5BI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XGvYMCel6ro/s1600-h/PEAPOD+4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SeAnz2mK5BI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XGvYMCel6ro/s400/PEAPOD+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323298531334349842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SeAmzjIPS7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/b03BGPQ2SQo/s1600-h/INST++BLACK2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SeAmzjIPS7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/b03BGPQ2SQo/s400/INST++BLACK2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323297426596907954" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SeAfHQYXKnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FLnhlhMEcew/s1600-h/3+SNAKE2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/SeAfHQYXKnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FLnhlhMEcew/s400/3+SNAKE2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323288969068620402" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I've been taking new pictures. My friend Sefla is helping me get some photos ready to try to get into a show. I thought I had some good ones, but when she looked, she thought they should all be on black backgrounds. Ok, I'll retake them. I hadn't been shooting any photos on black backgrounds, and I kept getting too much light in them so the black wasn't black anymore. I'd finally get it dark enough to work, but I couldn't see what I was photographing, but they would come out! Go figure! So I've spent about 15 hours the last couple of days retaking and retaking. It's good for my evolution.</div><div>Check out Sefla's prints and watercolors at <a href="http://seflajoseph.com/">www.seflajoseph.com</a></div>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-17042790161994956872009-03-27T19:17:00.000-07:002009-03-27T19:26:42.894-07:00The 3 Ninjas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/Sc2KHzY821I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ung7IuCYGds/s1600-h/il_430xN.63178735.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/Sc2KHzY821I/AAAAAAAAAIA/ung7IuCYGds/s400/il_430xN.63178735.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318058601653001042" /></a><br />I have 3 boys and when they were little, on the weekends we would go to the video store to get a movie to watch. They could never agree. When one would finally find one he liked the other one would say "I don't want to see that one" and on and on. I think the only movie that they ever whole heartedly agreed on was "The 3 Ninjas" and the various sequels. My kids are now 17, 19, and 26. But when I saw wishwithme's etsy shop featuring these ever so cute little ninjas, it took me back to those fun, crazy times in the video store with my little boys! <div><a href="http://www.wishwithme.etsy.com/">www.wishwithme.etsy.com</a></div><div><br /></div><div>What movies do your kids like?</div>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-5281797831514344152009-03-25T22:39:00.000-07:002009-03-25T23:47:21.999-07:00Where's Lucy?<div>So, I have these 2 cattle dogs, Lucy and Sparky. They are some of the funniest dogs I've seen.We had this round dog bed that I got at Costco. They eventually chewed a hole in it and everyday I'd come home and find stuffing all over the living room. It was sort of a winter wonderland. But the funny part was when Lucy would burrow inside of the bed and then poke her head out of the hole. Or when she was completely inside of the bed and she'd hear someone outside and would run to see who it was, but was still inside the bed. The whole thing would just go tumbling around the living room. The following is a very blurry picture, but the only one I have of her in the bed. Can you find her? Eventually, I got tired of the winter wonderland and sewed the hole up.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/ScsaUD6GKvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/om1pL-pjrZw/s1600-h/lucy+in+bed.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/ScsaUD6GKvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/om1pL-pjrZw/s400/lucy+in+bed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317372716989688562" /></a><div>Lucy not blurry.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/ScsaH7El2UI/AAAAAAAAAHE/sbOCLYA3EfY/s1600-h/lucy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/ScsaH7El2UI/AAAAAAAAAHE/sbOCLYA3EfY/s400/lucy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317372508459358530" /></a><br /></div>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3599737620229482213.post-78848437028543798062009-03-22T02:15:00.001-07:002009-03-22T02:26:16.212-07:00Taking Pictures Slump<div>So after feeling totally uncreative about picture taking and unable to take a picture of anything that was even close to like-able and about to give up cause I will never be able to think of anything ever again...I posted a thread on etsy and got lots of good advice and support where I realized that I was holding on so tightly to have to take a good picture that my knuckles were white. So I was able to relax and just play with it and not feel like I had to produce anything. I was given this perfect rainy day, with the perfect kind of light coming in my window. I thought about how to hang my earrings. I got a piece of copper and drilled some holes in it, then balanced it on two empty toilet paper rolls (technical equipment), and fired away. I was much happier with these pictures and I guess maybe I won't give up after all.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/ScYCO2YbZ-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/WTrOdZNLSLk/s1600-h/hanging+2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/ScYCO2YbZ-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/WTrOdZNLSLk/s400/hanging+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315938864296847330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/ScYCF5IX8vI/AAAAAAAAAG0/I_VEzMT2pQY/s1600-h/earrings+hanging+copper.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/ScYCF5IX8vI/AAAAAAAAAG0/I_VEzMT2pQY/s400/earrings+hanging+copper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315938710415995634" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/ScYB897PI6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ppuclygWG0o/s1600-h/hanging2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NP3PltGTSRw/ScYB897PI6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ppuclygWG0o/s400/hanging2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315938557084246946" /></a>Evelyn Markaskyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10868555819515270916noreply@blogger.com6